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7/15/24 Fresh Flours, Greenwood/Phinney Ridge neighborhood |
If you’ve ever lived in the same house for several decades (36 years, actually), you know that “stuff” accumulates. It’s a lot of work to un-accumulate all that stuff, but I’m on it. Fortuitously, just as I was gearing up for the
task, the Maple Leaf neighborhood held it’s annual FREE Yard Sale event:
Nothing could have a price, and anything was up for grabs if you put it out on the
sidewalk in front of your house. Putting your address in an online map of
participants helped people find you, especially if you had any specialty items
that you wanted to note in your listing. I had never participated in the event before,
either as a giver or a taker, but it motivated me to put some stuff in boxes.
I never had so much fun getting rid of our old junk, which,
it turns out, other people want! Except for one drawer that I didn’t get to, I
cleared out my kitchen of much excess that had ceased to spark joy years ago,
if it ever did (how do all those plastic containers reproduce?). I had noted
LPs, CDs and analog audio equipment in my listing, and several happy “shoppers”
picked through our huge entertainment center filled with cases of music. I
enjoyed meeting neighbors, and it felt rewarding to see others delight in
things I no longer needed or wanted. (A young woman exclaimed that my Star Wars
soundtrack album would thrill her husband, and it gave me great joy knowing
that he would receive it.)
By day’s end, very little was left of the dozen or so boxes
of stuff I brought out that day. I put what remained into my car and drove it
over to Goodwill the next day, where the line of cars wrapped around the block
(likely all from Maple Leaf).
Feeling so satisfied that I was actually smug, I went to
nearby Fresh Flours to celebrate. It was an exhausting weekend, but it felt so
good that I’m now motivated to keep putting things in boxes and moving them out.
A note about Fresh Flours: This bakery’s plentiful sidewalk
tables are on busy Phinney Avenue within visual distance of the Woodland Park
Zoo. Three times just while I was sketching, a neighbor would pass the café on
their walk and see friends seated at the café, pull up a chair, and join the
party. It was fun and heartwarming to see a community interact this way.